Mandrake

Mandrake. If you have what you need, food to eat and roof over your head, the rest is frills and rude greed. So now we hate bankers they offered us a dream, endless credit never ending prosperity; they had dream also to be the sages of their time, silk suited men who had an answer to everything, of course, they also wanted to be a little richer than you. No one expect wisdom and cryptic words about the economy, falling from bankers pale lips, but wait, they have not gone away, easy credit will be back and we can buy that ten bedroom room villa we don’t need. Once again we’ll listen to bankers, yes, you and I; just like them we have big dreams and will go on believing in fairytales.